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I lay on the float in the pool, overlooking my backyard garden. Such a beautiful summer day.
“I miss you, Mom,” I said.
It had been nine days since my mom passed away. She had been sick with breast cancer and other health issues for the past few years—one complication after another. She’d been in and out of care facilities, each stay taking more out of her. Now she was finally at peace.
After her death, I’d gone back to work at my brother-in-law’s auto